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Dinner was ready when Richard knocked on Isobel's door but the minute he stepped inside, the door closing behind him, he took one look at her standing there in her simple dress and an apron and he had to have her. He scooped her up and carried her upstairs to her bedroom.
"Richard!" Isobel half squealed as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
Richard chuckled as he gently settled her on her feet by the bed. Looking down at her, he caressed a bit of flour off her nose. "Dinner smells delicious, but my appetite isn't for food at the moment," he whispered as he reached up to pull pins from her hair.
Isobel shivered at the low deep brogue that Richard had slipped into as he spoke. She'd never heard his accent so thick before, or his voice so low, and the way she was reacting…it was probably a good thing. Hearing words she didn't understand as her clothes slowly disappeared, she felt more heat pooling at her center and was even more sure it was a good thing he didn't lose control of his words more often.
Richard kept speaking the words in Scots using a lower register of voice than he usually did, sensing that it was having an affect on Isobel. Finally freeing her of the last piece of clothing, he stepped back to simply take in all of her. As his eyes moved from her face down along her neck to her breasts and lower, he could only think one thing.
She was beautiful.
Reaching around her, he tossed back the covers of the bed then gently guided her to lay against the pillows. Holding her gaze, he slowly untied his tie, tossing it behind him before moving on to the buttons of his shirt.
Isobel felt her breath quicken as each piece of Richard's clothes were tossed to the floor until he was standing and watching her, his naked form there for her to taken in every inch.
He was glorious.
Her breath caught at the first touch of his hands on her overheated skin. As she held his gaze, she watched the grey-blue of his eyes go white hot with desire. She'd never noticed that before in their other encounters, though if she were honest with herself, they hadn't really been looking into each other's eyes. "Richard," she breathed when he gently pressed her thighs further apart, his gaze moving lower, following the path his hands were taking.
Richard paused to pay attention to her breasts, their fullness heavy in his hands as he kneaded them, his thumbs and forefingers tweaking the taut nipples, his lips curling up into a smile when she whimpered and squirmed against him. Leaning over, he took a pebbled tip into his mouth, rolling it against the roof of his mouth before suckling then releasing and moving to the other to repeat his actions.
Isobel felt her toes curling then cried out in surprise when Richard's mouth covered her center, his tongue tracing the sensitive lips then circling around her clitoris, his hands pressing gently against her legs to keep her from squeezing them around his head. She'd only ever heard other women talking about their experiences with this, but nothing they'd said described this experience as it really was. Her heart seemed to beat in time with each flick of his tongue against her, her mind focused wholly on the sensations his mouth on her evoked.
Richard had thought that the taste of her skin was intoxicating, but he'd been wrong. Over and over again, he moved his tongue over her, tasting every part of the center of her womanhood, learning by the sounds she was making what she liked and what she favored. Slipping two fingers inside her, he curled them and moved them in the perfect way to stimulate that place inside of her that he'd found before…the place that he knew would send her careening over the edge.
Isobel cried out as she came. Her legs drawing up, back arching off the bed before she collapsed, her breath ragged, chest heaving. She was barely aware of the bed moving with Richard, barely aware of him settling between her thighs. After a few moments, she opened her eyes to find her staring down at her. Smiling, she reached a hand up and caressed his face. "That was…more than I've heard it described."
"So, women do talk." Richard murmured before taking her hand and pressing kisses to the palm.
"Mmm…we do," she hummed. Her legs moved restlessly on the bed beside him. "Richard," she breathed as she titled her pelvis up to brush against him. "I want more. I want it all."
Taking both hands in hers, he tangled their fingers together as he pressed them against the bed. Leaning down, he kissed her as he thrust forward, burying himself deep inside her. Pausing long enough to let her adjust to his body filling and stretching hers, he began to move when she drew her legs up over his.
Her fingernails dug into the backs of his hands as Richard pulled out of her and thrust back in, setting up a rhythm that wasn't quite slow, but wasn't as fast as she would have liked either. "Please," she begged as she used the heels of her feet to try and urge him to go faster.
Richard continued to keep pressing kisses across Isobel's face then down to her ear, whispering, "Please what, Isobel?" before moving back to stare down at her.
Staring up at him, Isobel braced her feet against the bed. "Faster. Go faster. I want it all."
Smiling down at her, Richard nodded then kissed her hungrily as he gave her what she'd asked. Moving his hand down, he touched her where they were joined, bringing her higher and higher before gripping her hand again, letting his own control go, letting the movements of their bodies carry her the rest of the way to her release. He heard her crying out his name, felt her body clutching at his, and let go, his own release filling her before he collapsed against her, his breathing great gasps as his heart beat far faster than it should.
Isobel felt like a rag doll as she lay with one hand on Richard's shoulder the other resting on her pillow beside her head. Moaning when Richard slipped from her, she took a deep breath when his body slid to the bed beside her, leaving only part of him draped across her.
With his head resting on her breast, Richard sighed in contentment. "My god, Isobel. I've never felt so…" he tried then pressed a kiss to her breast. "This was so much more than our other times."
"Mmm," she hummed. "You're a magnificent lover, Richard, but you're right…this time was more than before." She giggled then, the giggles turning into outright laughter when Richard pushed up and gave her a wide-eyed stare.
"Laughing does not make me believe you," he growled.
Isobel laughed some more then took a few deep breaths to calm herself. "We'll have to send flowers to Cousin Cora to thank her."
Richard frowned a moment then shook his head and laughed. "I guess your frustration with her did lead us here."
"Oh yes…and how glad I am of that." She caressed his face. "Now…about dinner…"
